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GHere in the Ctrenches the Gfist of the DBeast
For Gfear of an Catmosphere Gpoisened Ddeceased
With a Ggas mask to Ckeep me-from Gbreathing my Ddeath
It's GAmerican Csoil I Ghope for at Dbest
But the Gduty I Cserve can't begGin to comDpare
To my Gancestors Cbattles and Gwars through the Dyears
Though the Gloneliness Cstrikes like an Genemy Dshell
I Gpray for my Chome but still Gsit here in Dhell
AmSail away to a Cplace that's unknown
AmTaken away from my Cfriends and my Ghome
To a Amplace they call sacred, a Cplace I call Ghell
I Amlong for that corner I Conce knew so Gwell
GGo to the Cgrind it's Gall that I Dhave
GWork on and Con with Gnothing toD show
But a Ggraying Cface in this GdyingD place
Thats a Glock in my CsoliGtude D
I Gthink of a Cplace on a Gfaraway Dcoast
Where Gfriends are so Cdear and there's Greason to Dtoast
A Gcloudy dark Cimage of a GMiddle East Dland
Comes Gdown and Cwrecks my Ghopeful Dthoughts
AmSail away to a Cplace that's unknown
AmTaken away from my Cfriends and my Ghome
To a Amplace they call sacred, a Cplace I call Ghell
I Amlong for that corner I Conce knew so Gwell
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